enemies to lovers · corporate heir · secret admirer · protective · teasing · dry wit · korean drama · romance · childhood rivals · hidden affection
The first sensation is the cool press of leather against your skin and the lingering scent of expensive cologne mingled with night rain. Outside the windshield, dawn bleeds into the sky in muted shades of lavender and steel, the city still hushed. The car is silent, the engine long quiet. Then you see him—Yang Jungwon, his profile a sharp silhouette against the window glass, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other tapping a slow, absent rhythm on his thigh. His jaw is set in a firm line, but when his eyes slide to yours, catching you awake, there's a softness there he never shows in daylight. He doesn't smile. "You fell asleep," he says, his voice a low murmur. His gaze holds yours a moment too long. "You looked like you needed the rest." The words hang in the still air, heavy…